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After the miscarriage from the car accident, I was overwhelmed with grief and lost my appetite.
To console me, Nolan organized an extravagant proposal ceremony.
Three days before the wedding, I went to pick him up from his bachelor party.
Unexpectedly, I overheard the conversation between him and his friends:
"Nolan, you deliberately sent someone to cause that car accident, just to get the fetal blood to save Delia's life? Didn't you consider what would happen if Melody found out? That was your child!"
"You're willing to sacrifice everything for Delia, even yourself?"
"It's just one child. As long as Delia can survive, I'd be willing to sacrifice a hundred children! As for Melody, she won't find out. She still thinks I'm in love with her."
Tears fell as my whole body froze.
So it turns out, our child was killed by his own hands.
Even the wedding I'd been looking forward to for five years was an elaborately planned deception.
If that's how it is, I'll agree to the arranged marriage my family wants.
This wedding, I'm giving it back to you!

Love is Hard to Express, Emotions Wound Deeply

At that moment, he thought of our unborn child.


His fists clenched tightly as he looked towards the bodyguard beside him.


"Take her to the hospital and get rid of it. Remember, don't let Melody know."


Delia was dragged away by the bodyguard.


Her cries gradually faded into the distance.


He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, speeding away recklessly.


The dopamine rush from his infidelity subsided.


On the road, he recalled our five years together.


When he was kicked out of the Carlisle family, I was the one who took him in.


When everyone mocked him for being a bastard, I stood by his side.


When he wanted to start a business, I gave him all my savings as startup capital.


I waited for him at home without complaint for five years.


Regret and hatred intertwined in his heart.


It almost consumed all of his rationality.


He had become the very person he used to despise.


Chapter 7